poem

Three limericks for snow-people, by Dick ‘Sniffler’ Cohen:

T’was once a snow-person named Nat,
Of great int’rest to a local stray cat,
It leaped from a shed,
Destroy’d poor Nat’s head,
Which now looked like something’d been shat.

T’was once a snow-person named Rob,
His signature dish? Corn- on the cob!
One night at the grill,
Alas- enough heat to kill,
Snow-person becameth snow-blob.



T’was once a snow-person named Nelli,
That made just wonderful gin-flavoured jelly,
The talk of the town,

Only smiles, not a frown,
From North London to just past New Delhi.

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